~Whitewashed~

Whitewashed, wrinkly cube,
Stare at me with your dark eyes peering out
From a brow of tin and rust.

A powerful umbilical
Feeding the jutting horn protruding from your face
With galvanized stalk steaming briskly.

Knotted wire runs
To join mother with tar-roofed child,
Greenery, trash can and pitch yard.

© A.J. Evola





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